Question

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought i summon up remembrance of things past, i sigh the lack of many a thing i sought, and with old woes new wail my dear tim e's waste: then can i drown an eye, unused to flow, for precious friends hid in death's dateles s night, and weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe , and moan the expense of many a vanished sight. then can i grieve at grievances foregone, and heavily from woe to woe tell o'er the sad account of fore-bemoanèd m oan, which i new pay as if not paid before. but if the while i think on thee, dear fri end, all losses are restored and sorrows end?

Answer 1

william shakespeare is the poet